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from like the 1 900s ?

Nobody does that anymore.

I don't think anybody does.

When I lived in Kentucky--

Did they still do

the loser sneeze in Kentucky ?

No. They had, uh,

guns and homemade bombs.

What about L.A. ?

There was attitude in L.A.,

but no loser sneeze.

I'm pretty sure

the loser sneeze

is officially dead.

Sorry.

- [ Sneezes ]

Loser !

- [Laughing]

Nice.

I don't think

they got the memo

about the loser sneeze.

Uh, no, apparently not.

Cliff.

- Torrance.

- Advanced Chem.

Yikes.

Um, 'fraid so.

Are you intimidated ?

Y-Yeah, a little.

- Really ?

- No, not really.

So, is that your band

or something ?

The Clash ? No, uh--

It's a British punk band,

circa 1 977 to 1 983-ish.

- Original lineup, anyway.

- How vintage.

[Class Bell Ringing]

Um, so I'll

see you around then ?

Looks like it.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Whoa ! It's sexy Leslie...

and Jan, Jan,

the cheerleading man.

Hey, fags.

Just because we won

more trophies

than you guys,

that's no reason

to go get all malignant.

Malignant this, tool.

[ Laughing ]

All right.

Right on !

One of these days, man.

Let it go.

They never even won

a single game.

Gotta be kind

of rough on 'em.

Besides, they're d*cks.

Les, tell me you have

Advanced Chem

first period.

Advanced Chem, first period.

If you have a lab partner

already, I'm screwed.

Torrance, it's only

the second day of school,

and your academic

insecurity bit

is completely tired.

You know, everyone's

saying your ambition

broke Carver's leg.

When, really, it was

the ankle she slammed

into the ground.

Kasey did a massive

E-mail last night.

Misspelled "leg."

Shut up !

Two G's.

Apparently, Carver

gets home schooling

for the next three months.

I'm cursed.

Replacing her is

gonna be a nightmare.

Well, that's why you're

the captain, Captain.

Bring on the tyros,

the neophytes

and the dilettanti.

Bring on the tyros,

the neophytes

and the dilettanti.

S.A.T.'s are over, Darcy.

And you're still jealous

of my score.

Are we sure Carver's

not malingering ?

Carver will strictly be

cheering in Special Olympics

until March.

Nationals are February 1 0th.

Regionals are in, like,

four weeks. I talked to her.

She's cool with this.

Don't tell me Carver can

cut school just because she

broke her leg in three places.

Hello !

Get a wheelchair !

That lucky b*tch.

Tell me we're not actually

continuing this masquerade

and having tryouts.

Let's cut the crap

and pick somebody now.

Whitney's little sister Jamie

is really teeny.

She'll be easy to toss,

and she doesn't give lip.

Just tongue.

Kiss my ass, Jan.

I'd love to.

If shes the best,

Jamie's got it.

But we have to see

everyone.

Ready, okay.

Wait. Hold on.

Let me try that again.

That was terrible.

Ready, okay !

Go, team--

Ready, okay ! Sorry.

Ready, okay ! Sh*t.

Be aggressive.

Be, be aggressive.

How many cheers

do we have to memorize ?

Do we get paid for this ?

And do I have to

provide my own uniform ?

[ Techno ]

I see you guys are

wearing red. Um, that

does not work for me.

Ready, okay! R-C-H!

[Sobbing]

Toros all the way !

[ Crying ]

I'm sorry. I just broke up

with my boyfriend.

[Classical]

Pretty good.

Yo, yo, yo !

What's up ? What's up ?

It's time to get busy !

So let's kick this sh*t

and rock the C.K.

off your panties, yeah.

Give my regards

to Broadway

Remember me

to Herald Square

Tell all the gang--

Excuse me !

What's with the song ?

- Isn't this the audition

for Pippin ?

- No.

[Heavy Metal]

Tastes good

Make a grown man cry

Sweet cherry pie, yeah

Who

Hi.

Well, swingin' on

the front porch

Swingin on the lawn

Swingin' where we want

'cause there ain't

nobody home

Okay, uh,

any more questions ?

I think we're good.

- Here's our girl.

- Rancho Carne's

not all talk

All we know is

Toros rock

Shake their booties

Scream and shout

Toro players work it out

Go, Toros.

[Clapping Continues]

Do I have to wear

those little underwear things ?

I don't like wearing underwear.

- Thanks !

- [ Groaning ]

[Door Opens, Closes]

[Door Opens, Closes]

Excuse me. Where'd you

park your Harley ?

Get real.

Tattoos are strictly

verboten. Sorry.

I got bored during

fourth period.

You need to fill

one of these out.

Did it.

[ Scoffs ]

Missy, is it ?

Okay, before we start,

I'm afraid we're gonna

need to make sure...

you can do

a standing back tuck.

Standard procedure.

You understand.

Standing back handspring

back tuck okay ?

Where's this girl from,

Romania ?

- Can she yell ?

- We'll try an oldie.

Awesome, oh, wow !

Like, totally freak me out !

I mean, right on !

[Claps]

The Toros sure are

number one.

I transferred from Los Angeles !

Your school has no gymnastics team !

This is a last resort !

[ Claps ]

Okay, so I've never

cheered before. So what ?

How about something that

actually requires neurons ?

Do it.

Front handspring, step out,

round off, back handspring,

step out, round off,

back handspring,

full twisting lay out.

- Ha !

- Hey !

Missy is bank.

Uh, bankrupt.

We've already

so decided on Jamie.

Courtney, this is not

a democracy.

Its a "cheerocracy."

I'm sorry,

but I'm overruling you.

You are being a "cheertator,"

Torrance, and a pain in my ass !

We already voted.

Besides, Missy

looks like an uber dyke.

[Giggling]

Courtney, I'm the captain.

I'm pulling rank,

and you can fall in line or not.

If we're gonna be the best,

we have to have the best.

Missy's the poo.

So take a big whiff.

[Doorbell Rings]

You.

And you.

I mean, hi. I'm--

A cheerleader.

Uh, yeah.

Head cheerleader,

to be exact.

Wow.

So does Missy live here ?

Uh, actually, she moved

back to L.A., yeah.

Something about

evil cheerleaders or--

Look, I'm serious.

We have to get her.

Is her drug dependency

gonna be a problem ?

Cliff, shut up.

What do you want ?

I want you on the squad.

You're the best.

They know it.

They just reject

the unfamiliar.

Thanks, but no, thanks.

I mean, I plead

temporary insanity.

See, I'm a hard-core gymnast.

No way jumping up and down,

screaming, "Go, team, go !"

is gonna satisfy me.

Look, we're gymnasts too,

except no beam,

no bars, no vault.

Sorry. Not interested.

What are you doing ?

Nothin'.

I just thought that

it was interesting hearing

Torrance's point of view.

- How do you even know her ?

- We're old friends.

Ever been to

a cheerleading competition ?

- Oh, you mean

like a football game ?

- No, not a game.

Those are like

practices for us.

I'm talking about

a tournament.

ESPN cameras all around,

hundreds of people

in the crowds cheering.

Wait. People cheering

cheerleaders ?

That's right.

Lots of people.

Here's the deal, Missy.

We're the sh*t. The best.

We have fun, we work hard,

and we win national championships.

I'm offering you a chance

to be a part of that.

Think about it, Miss.

You get to wear

sassy outfits.

You get to yell

like you care

about something.

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